Dot=the Forbidden Girl Friend ( with the sleep disorder)

Dot=the Forbidden Girl Friend ( with the sleep disorder)

Saturday afternoon, couldn’t ask for a more gorgeous day.Sky is blue, not humid at all, warm and breezy. I am in Connecticut (CT) home of the bridge burners 😉 This time I am staying with Lisa, a woman my age ( don’t even GO there!) who I have known for 19 years. I met her first in the parking-lot of The Bear, which is now a full blown strip club called Kahoots.She is officially my auntie Caron’s(lives now in Georgia) best friend, but since she has been practically family for so long, we are friends too ( Dot has to borrow other peoples friends-too busy to make own). Lisa is a cat person, I woke up this afternoon, she was gone, drove 2 hours to a beach party, and since I drove 2 hours last night to get here, I passed on the idea of driving again. So I woke up and was surrounded by very furry cats. Lisa leaves her door(s) open allowing the cats to go in and out as the please, but the front door closed. I noticed a line of other cats, most with little furry presents in their mouths, like a Mole, a few mice etc. I wasn’t sure if these are Lisa’s cats, or neighborhood cats, but I let them in anyways, after all, they went out hunting to get in! I sent them back out after a while to go get me some lettuce, I don’t eat moles! So now there are about 7 cats in the house. The house is CLEAN as hell and doesn’t smell like cats, so she is the perfect host. Now that I finally figured out how to get online, I am all happy! The first night I met Lisa, I was 16 I think, I was madly jealous of her with her piercing blue eyes that rival Liz Taylor or Carmen Electra. Big breasted and brunette. I was in a truck, belonging to a guy named Peter. I shouldn’t have been in his truck as it was public info that he has a girlfriend, but Peter was FINE (think Matt Dillon a LONG time ago- FINE). He was obviously VERY friendly with Lisa too (and what guy wouldn’t want to be?)So, even though I have no jealous veins in my body now, back then, being the bleached blonde, big breasted competition of Lisa, I was ALL catty, my claws were out when she leaned into Peters truck with her big assets.MEOW-hissss!!!! But, I figured out, Lisa is a man’s girl, she just hangs with guys, sure she has gal pals too, but she is like me, we understand guys and are fun to hang with, what started as a catty encounter( she wasn’t pals with my aunt at that time) turned out to be a very long lasting friendship. My aunt who runs a catering company had Lisa and I both work for her when I was in the 11th and 12 grade of high school, there were bonded, leave it to food to bond people. Lisa is hard working, juggles 3 to 4 jobs at once and has now grounded a talent agency called “Go Girl Productions” I have already passed some bands onto her. She owns her own place and is a good catch-likes ’em young too. 🙂 So, being here, next to good ol’ Henry park, the only big park worth mentioning here in Rockville ( I graduated from Rock Ville High-went there my junior and senior year) so this is somewhat my old stomping grounds. Who hasn’t parked up there on the hill ( there is some kind of tower on top of the huge hill, an old lookout tower) everyone parked there to make out and meet to discuss where the party was. My dad (no the Italian guy!) used to bring me sledding there when I was 5 years old. When it snows, you can slide forever it seemed.

Then when I was a bit older, one of the many times we lived back in CT, I would swim in the pool here at Henry park, looks so dam small now- was HUGE when I was small. I always call old gal pals when I breeze through town. One in particular, I shall call “V-O” is now married to a very controlling husband. He got a look at me at their wedding and since then has made it next to impossible for us ( me and V-O) to hang out. This is nothing new.

Think of all the places I have lived, Maine, NH, RI, TN, CT, VA, GA,MASS,Berlin,Louisianna,and then add in the many different cities of each state we lived in ( Maine: Brunswick, Bath, Springvale.CT:Manchester,Ellington,Rockville. TN: Memphis and I forgot the name of the navy town there.NH: ALL over Dover , E.Rochester. RI: Newport, Middletown, Portsmouth ( and that more than once- first when I was 9 , then again at 13.It goes on and on, so no wonder people are a bit weary to passing through folks like me.

The boyfriends/husbands prefer to keep their women away from Dr.Dot, as they know I am not chained down(I do have a guy, but keep it mysterious) and look fit/cute and like to go out and raise hell. They imagine, what would it look like MY girl, out with Dr. Dot, backstage at Iron Maiden? or Aerosmith? MEN MAGNETS? I never had any bad intensions with my gal pals, never brought them out to pawn off on many men, or to sell to rock stars, I don’t know what they are fucking afraid of, but it sucks.

It is hard enough for me to have gal pals, moving around all the time and being busy with Jasmine, but to top it off with insanely jealous/overprotective/meddling boyfriends; it is next to impossible to keep a gal pal. Just because a girl is in love, does it mean she has to give up her girl friends? Isn’t it always the men who complain their “Old Lady” won’t let them go out with the guys? Bullshit. It is the opposite from my point of view. The men who “own” my old girlfriends act like I have a huge dick and want to steal their female property away from them. Wimps. I got a call today from a woman I know in NYC, who I met at a street festival, I was massaging for a big Juice Shop, they paid me to massage their customers if they bought a protein shake from them that day. I shall call her “ROSEY”. Rosey and her much older guy, looked like a thin Jerry Garcia, read: Santa Claus on a diet, came to me for a massage.

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